First, my experience:

On bus. People talking, laughing, still shouting. Cops come on bus and shout back. Silence. Quiet. People start whispering to each other.

Ride on bus. Not from this city. No clue where we're going. Could be headed for South Carolina for all I know. Quantico. Join the other terrorists detained without cause.

Go through gates. Big bump. Pull up next to some building. File off bus. Lots of cops. Some normally uniformed. Some the storm troopers. Lots of chaos. Caffeine wearing off. Headache beginning. Led in line through some hallways, filed into big room. Pits grabbed. Tits felt. Pants reached down. Crotch grabbed. Thighs hit. Calves slapped. Pants legs pulled up a bit, boots looked at.

Filed into another room. Oh. This is a cell. Twenty of us in here. Twenty next door. Ad infinitum.

Slouch into corner. Talking begins again in earnest. All about this morning. All about injustice and lawsuits and pigs and power and money and in general just really pissed off.

Time passes. Unaware of such. Head still pounding. Guy and girl let into cell and end up sitting next to me against wall opposite cell door.